Six Leaf-Lengths, page 4 of 12

Dawn holds her snout out level on the water with soaked Pip sitting near the tip of it, one limb raised mid-sentence, her one visible eye turned along the snout to him.

Dawn lifted him out before the water could decide anything.

I was coming back anyway, he said, wet to the antennae.

She agreed that he was.

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